Ramblings from travels to the interior and exterior

On the Indomitability of Love (Part 5)

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.With sadness there is something to rub against,A wound to tend with lotion and cloth.When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,Something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.It doesn’t need you to hold it down.It doesn’t need anything.Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,And disappears when it wants to.You are happy either way.Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree houseAnd now live over a quarry of noise and dustCannot make you unhappy.Everything has a life of its own,It too could wake up filled with possibilitiesOf coffee cake and ripe peaches,And love even the floor which needs to be swept,The soiled linens and scratched records….

Since there is no place large enoughTo contain so much happiness,You shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of youInto everything you touch. You are not responsible.You take no credit, as the night sky takes no creditFor the moon, but continues to hold it, and to share it,And in that way, be known.